tell the wolves I'm home
He tracked movements easily, between pancake flipping and receding Evie motions, nodding in agreement with the press of evening and dinner prospects. Picking up the spatula as she departed from it, he added the chips into the mixture quickly, extending his teasing mannerisms with a guttural response. “Do not take too long,” with a wrinkle to his nose; figuring she’d take the comment in whatever manner she pleased – he certainly gave multiple connotations.
And if he ate a few stray portions of chocolate while she wasn’t looking, then so be it.
But before long the hot roll of steam filtered from open doors, and he’d tended to their incoming meal well, ready to present an entire stack and multiple plates for their modest banquet. Winking as he went past her, he headed towards the door leading upon the back porch, already complete with another fire roaring nearby and a simple set-up of glassware.
And if he ate a few stray portions of chocolate while she wasn’t looking, then so be it.
But before long the hot roll of steam filtered from open doors, and he’d tended to their incoming meal well, ready to present an entire stack and multiple plates for their modest banquet. Winking as he went past her, he headed towards the door leading upon the back porch, already complete with another fire roaring nearby and a simple set-up of glassware.
the ressurected sword
